Between being lazy in bed and get up to work, between staying
cheesy positive and clingy, between loving and telling myself not
to.

Keep coming up a compromise scheme to put this misfit lazy soul
into the normal world. Sit in front of my desk from 9 to 6
pretended to be professional, and in fact day dreaming on what's
the crazy thing to do next. Maybe world domination, sounds funny
enough.

Doing an experiment on if I stare at an object long enough, can I
move it by my willpower. Maybe time travel really happened when I
am sleeping. Maybe I can be an expert of Déjà vu, and keep thinking
why I always check the clock when it's 4:14pm.

And finding my missing piece in my life but fall hard during the
search.